Chapter 435: 435: Brainwashing<div>


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    Old Madam:


    This daughter-inw, even at this moment, is still vying for favors. It’s quite amusing to Cindy rke!


    Morgan Zhekova:


    Before, he didn’t know he was the real grandson, but now that he knows, he doesn’t believe that his grandmother could find anyone cuter than him.


    Old Madam quickly changed the topic: “Oh, Cindy, what did you bring with you?”<div>


    Cindy also quickly recovered from her earlier shock, saying, “Today is Valentine’s Day, so I made some mooncakes at home in the morning.”


    “That’s wonderful!” Old Madam’s eyes lit up instantly. “You wouldn’t believe it, but my friends were all so pleased with the lunch you preparedst time you came. They’re still talking about it now.”


    Cindy thenughed and said, “Then let me take care of tonight’s family feast too?”


    Unexpectedly, Old Madam quickly objected: “That won’t do. You’re here to celebrate today; how could we let you prepare the feast?”


    “Although we don’t treat you as a guest since you are Adrian’s fiancée,” Old Madam added.


    Cindy looked at Adrian Zhekova in astonishment.


    You actually told Old Madam that?


    Adrian Zhekova indicated that he didn’t.


    That was all Old Madam’s improvisation.


    It’s no wonder that the grandfather and grandson thought alike.


    “But it’s your first time visiting officially as Adrian’s fiancée,” Old Madam said. “It wouldn’t be right to make you work!”


    Cindy had already given up on exining.<div>


    Just like she let Adrian say whatever he wanted, she also let Old Madam refer to her as his fiancée.


    Because Cindy had a feeling that even if she exined, it would be useless.


    When ites to brainwashing, Adrian must have inherited it from Old Madam.


    “And even if youe often in the future, we can’t have you take care of these things. Although you’re a great cook, just making a dish or two to let us taste would be enough,” Old Madam said.


    “You wille to our family to enjoy the good life,” Old Madam added.


    “Hurry, let me see the mooncakes,” Old Madam said impatiently.


    For holidays, many people sent gifts to the family mansion.


    On Valentine’s Day, that naturally included mooncakes.


    And ordinary mooncakes would be embarrassing to send to the family mansion.


    They were either made by five-star hotels or very well-known inte-famous mooncakes.


    But Old Madam felt that they were all quite ordinary.


    Some hard-to-get inte-famous mooncakes were indeed very delicious and highly-priced.<div>


    However, they still seemed tock something.


    As for the mooncakes from five-star hotels, most of them were overrated.


    They only had the hotel’s name but not really any vor.


    Some of them might not even taste as good as those from pastry shops.


    Of course, a few were delicious, but that was the exception.


    So, Old Madam wasn’t very interested in those mooncakes.


    In previous years, she would just eat a couple of symbolic bites during the festival.


    It was only Cindy’s homemade mooncakes that Old Madam really wanted to taste.


    “I figured many people would send mooncakes,” Cindy said as she ced her mooncakes on the table. “So I didn’t make the usual vors. I made two types: One is custard-filled, and the other is Coconut Matcha. The Coconut Matcha is a Snowy Mooncake.”


    “For both of these, I used Xylitol instead of sugar, and I also used a significantly smaller amount than usual. You and the old…” Cindy tried to say Old Master, but she remembered that Old Madam asked her to change her address.